THE BLACK CHAMBER AGAIN.
It was now the beginning of April, and the bleak winds had yielded to
the genial breath of an early spring.
At ten o'clock, one morning, an elderly gentleman, with a high forehead,
open countenance, thin white hair falling over his coat collar, and
dressed in a complete suit of black, ascended the steps of the northern
door, leading to the Inland Letter Department of the General Post
Office, Saint Martin's-le-Grand.
He paused for a moment, looked at his watch, and then entered the
building. Having ascended a narrow staircase, he stopped at a door in
that extremity of the building which is the nearer to Aldersgate Street.
Taking a key from his pocket, he unlocked the door, glanced cautiously
behind him, and then entered the _Black Chamber_.
Having carefully secured the door by means of a bolt and chain, he threw
himself into the arm-chair which stood near the large round oaken table.
The Examiner--for the reader has doubtless already recognised him to be
the same individual whom we introduced in the twenty-ninth chapter of
our narrative--glanced complacently around him; and a smile of triumph
curled his thin pale lips. At the same time his small, grey, sparkling
eyes were lighted up with an expression of diabolical cunning: his whole
countenance was animated with a glow of pride and conscious power; and
no one would have supposed that this was the same old man who meekly and
quietly ascended the steps of the Post-Office a few minutes ago.
Bad deeds, if not the results of bad passions and feelings, soon
engender them. This was the case with the Examiner. He was the agent of
the Government in the perpetration of deeds which disgraced his white
hair and his venerable years;--he held his appointment, not from the
Postmaster-General, but direct from the Lords of the Treasury
themselves;--he filled a situation of extreme responsibility and
trust;--he knew his influence--he was well aware that he controlled an
engine of fearful power--and he gloated over the secrets that had been
revealed to him in the course of his avocation, and which he treasured
up in his bosom.
He had risen from nothing; and yet his influence with the Government was
immense. His friends, who believed him to be nothing more than a senior
clerk in the Post-Office, were surprised at the great interest which he
evidently possessed, and which was demonstrated by the handsome manner
in which all his relatives were provided for. But the old man kept his
secret. The four clerks who served in his department under him, were all
tried and trustworthy young men; and their fidelity was moreover secured
by good salaries. Thus every precaution was adopted to render the
proceedings of the Black Chamber as secret as possible;--and, at the
time of which we are writing, the uses to which that room was
appropriated were even unknown to the greater number of the persons
employed in the General Post-Office.
The Examiner was omnipotent in his inquisitorial tribunal. There alone
the authorities of the Post-Office had no power. None could enter that
apartment without his leave:--he was responsible for his proceedings
only to those from whom he held his appointment. At the same time, he
was compelled to open any letters upon a warrant issued and directed to
him by the Secretaries of State for the Home and Foreign Departments,
and for the Colonies, as well as in obedience to the Treasury. Thus did
he superintend an immense system of _espionnage_, which was extended to
every class of society, and had its ramifications through every
department of the state.
It must be observed that, although the great powers of Europe usually
communicated with their representatives at the English court by means of
couriers, still the agency of post-offices was frequently used to convey
duplicates of the instructions borne by these express-messengers; and
many of the minor courts depended altogether upon the post-office for
the transport of their despatches to their envoys and ambassadors. All
diplomatic correspondence, thus transmitted, was invariably opened, and
notes or entire copies were taken from the despatches, in the Black
Chamber. Hence it will be perceived that the English Cabinet became
possessed of the nature of the greater part of all the instructions
conveyed by foreign powers to their representatives at the court of
Saint James's.
But the Government carried its proceedings with regard to the violation
of correspondence, much farther than this. It caused to be opened all
letters passing between important political personages--the friends as
well as the enemies of the Cabinet; and it thus detected party
combinations against its existence, ascertained private opinions upon
particular measures, and became possessed of an immense mass of
information highly serviceable to diplomatic intrigue and general
policy.
Truly, this was a mighty engine in the hands of those who swayed the
destinies of the British Empire;--but the secret springs of that
fearfully complicated machine were all set in motion and controlled by
that white-headed and aged man who now sat in the Black Chamber!
Need we wonder if he felt proud of his strange position? can we be
astonished if he gloated, like the boa-constrictor over the victim that
it retains in its deadly folds, over the mighty secrets stored in his
memory?
That man knew enough to overturn a Ministry with one word.
That man could have set an entire empire in a blaze with one syllable of
mystic revelation.
That man was acquainted with sufficient to paralyze the policy of many
mighty states.
That man treasured in his mind facts a mere hint at which would have
overwhelmed entire families--aye, even the noblest and highest in the
land--with eternal disgrace.
That man could have ruined bankers--hurled down vast commercial
firms--levelled mercantile establishments--destroyed grand institutions.
That man wielded a power which, were it set in motion, would have
convulsed society throughout the length and breadth of the land.
Need we wonder if the government gave him all he asked? can we be
astonished if all those in whom he felt an interest were well provided
for?
When he went into society, he met the possessors of vast estates, whom
he could prostrate and beggar with one word--a word that would proclaim
the illegitimacy of their birth. He encountered fair dames and titled
ladies, walking with head erect and unblushing brow, but whom he could
level with the syllable that should announce their frailty and their
shame. He conversed with peers and gentlemen who were lauded as the
essence of honour and of virtue, but whose fame would have withered like
a parched scroll, had his breath, pregnant with fearful revelations,
only fanned its surface. There were few, either men or women, of rank
and name, of whom he knew not something which they would wish to remain
unknown.
Need we wonder if bad passions and feelings had been engendered in his
mind? Can we be astonished if he had learnt to look upon human nature as
a fruit resembling the apples of the Dead Sea, fair to gaze upon, but
ashes at the heart?
Presently a knock at the door was heard. The Examiner opened it, and one
of his clerks entered the room. He bowed respectfully to his superior,
and proceeded to take his seat at the table. In like manner, at short
intervals, the other three subordinates arrived; but the one who came
last, brought with him a sealed parcel containing a vast number of
letters, which he had received from the President of one of the sorting
departments of the establishment. These letters were now heaped upon the
table before the Examiner; and the business of this mysterious conclave
commenced.
The entire process of opening the letters has been described in detail
in the twenty-ninth chapter. We shall therefore now content ourselves,
with a record of those letters which were examined upon the present
occasion.
The first was from Castelcicala to the representative of that Grand
Duchy at the English court, and was marked "Private." It ran as
follows:--
_City of Montoni, Castelcicala._
"The undersigned is desired by his lordship the Marquis of Gerrano,
his Serene Highness's Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs, to
inform your Excellency that your despatches marked L 1, M 2, and N
3, were received in due course. His lordship regrets to find that
Prince Alberto positively refuses to renounce his claims to the
ducal crown of Castelcicala at the death of the reigning Grand
Duke, whom God preserve for many years! His lordship is surprised
that Prince Alberto should reject the compromise offered; inasmuch
as, by complying with the terms thereof, he would receive a pension
of twenty thousand pounds sterling _per annum_; whereas, by
obstinately refusing the proposals made by the government of
Castelcicala, he will obtain nothing. Moreover, it must be apparent
to Prince Alberto that his claims will be set aside by the
government of Castelcicala; and that a foreign prince will receive
an invitation to accept the ducal crown at the death of his present
Serene Highness the reigning Grand Duke. It would be well to make
fresh representations to Prince Alberto; and assure him that he
would act wisely to accept offers made in perfect good will, and
that he may probably regret his obstinacy when too late. If the
Prince cherishes the idea of enforcing his claims by arms, at the
death of the reigning Grand Duke, your Excellency would do well to
undeceive him; inasmuch, as his Majesty the King of Naples and his
Holiness the Pope, holding in abhorrence the liberal notions
entertained by the Prince, will support the government of
Castelcicala in its determination to place a foreign prince upon
the ducal throne at the death of his Serene Highness now reigning.
"The undersigned is moreover instructed by his lordship the Marquis
of Gerrano, to request your Excellency to pay prompt and full
attention to the following Instructions:--An English lady, of the
name of Eliza Sydney, arrived a month ago at Montoni. She is
apparently about twenty seven or twenty-eight years of age, very
beautiful, and unmarried. She travelled in a handsome carriage,
attended by one female servant and an elderly valet. Although
arrived at that mature age, she has preserved all the freshness of
her youthful charms--a circumstance which renders her presence here
the more dangerous, for certain reasons which the undersigned will
detail to your Excellency on a future occasion. This charming
English woman brought letters of introduction to certain noble
families at Montoni, and immediately obtained admittance into the
very first society of this capital. She has taken up her residence
at the villa possessed by the Earl of Warrington, in the suburbs of
Montoni, and is, it is believed, nearly related to that English
nobleman. The service now required of your Excellency is to
ascertain all particulars that can be gleaned concerning her. This
is of the utmost--the very utmost importance. As a guide to your
proceedings, it may be as well to mention that Miss Sydney this
morning sent a letter to the post-office addressed to a Mrs.
Arlington, residing in Dover Street, London.
"The undersigned avails himself of this note to renew to your
Excellency assurances of his most perfect consideration.
"_March 15, 1839._
BARON RUPERTO,
"Under Secretary of State for Foreign affairs, &c."
"Eliza Sydney!" exclaimed the Examiner. "That is the same young lady
whose plot with one Stephens, to defraud the Earl of Warrington, was
discovered through the medium of the Black Chamber, and revealed to the
solicitor of the Bank of England."
"The very same, no doubt, sir," observed the first clerk.
"Then the letter which Eliza Sydney has sent from Montoni to Mrs.
Arlington in London, must be amongst this packet of correspondence,"
continued the Examiner, glancing at the pile of letters before him,
"since it left Castelcicala by the same mail as the document of Lord
Ruperto."
The Examiner turned over the letters; and, at length, extracted a
particular one from the heap, observing, "Here it is." He then passed it
to the clerks, by whom it was opened. The contents were as follows:--
"_Montoni, 15th March, 1839._
"Exactly a month ago, my dearest Diana, I wrote to you a hasty note
to state my safe arrival in this city, after a very pleasant
journey through the delicious climes of France, Switzerland, and
Northern Italy. It was at about three o'clock in the afternoon of
the 13th of February that the carriage reached the brow of a hill
from whence the eye commanded a magnificent view of a vast plain,
rich with fertility, bounded at the further extremity by the
horizon, and on the right hand stretching down to the sea, the blue
of which seemed a pure reflection of the cloudless heavens above.
At the mouth of a superb river, which, after meandering through
that delicious plain, amidst groves and pleasant meadows, flowed
into the calm and tranquil sea, the tall towers and white buildings
of Montoni met my eyes. It is impossible to conceive any thing more
charming or picturesque than the sight of this peerless city of
Italy. The river's verdant banks are dotted with magnificent villas
and mansions, with which are connected beautiful gardens teeming
with the choicest fruits and flowers, even at this season of the
year! For here, my dear Diana, it is perfect summer! I ordered the
carriage to stop for at least a quarter of an hour upon the hill,
that I might enjoy the magnificent view of the vast plain and the
beautiful city. Far above the edifices around, rose the two towers
of the ancient cathedral of St. Theodosia--their dark and gloomy
masses forming a striking contrast with the extensive white
buildings of the ducal palace in the immediate foreground. The port
of the city was crowded with shipping, the flags of all nations
waving from the forest of masts that indicated the existence of an
extensive commerce. While I was yet gazing upon the scene, the roar
of distant artillery reached my ears. The Grand Duke (as I
afterwards learnt) was just coming back from a water excursion in
his beautiful yatch, a small steamer rigged as a frigate; and the
batteries of the port, and the ships of war in the offing thundered
forth a salute in honour of the royal return. Two line-of-battle
ships, one French and the other English, and three frigates of the
Castelcicalan navy, had all their yards manned, and displayed their
gayest colours. Altogether the scene was one of the most enchanting
and exhilarating that I have ever yet beheld.
"In three quarters of an hour my carriage entered Montoni by the
suburb of Saint Joanna. If I had admired the city from a distant
point, how was I enraptured when I could survey it close at hand.
It more nearly resembles the Chaussée d'Antin (a fashionable
quarter of Paris, which city I had an opportunity of seeing during
the four days that I remained there on my way hither) than any
other place which I have ever yet beheld. The streets of Montoni
are wide, and the buildings elegant. There are numerous fountains,
and all the principal mansions, even in the very heart of the town,
have gardens attached to them. At length I reached the fashionable
quarter, and, having passed the magnificent dwellings of the
Ministers of Foreign Affairs and the Interior, I passed through the
immense arena, on one side of which stands the ducal palace. At
that moment a regiment of Horse Guards was returning to its
barracks close to the royal residence. The superb black chargers,
the glittering helmets and cuirasses of the men, the waving plumes,
the clang of armour, and the braying of trumpets, formed a _tout
ensemble_ so inspiring, that I almost wished I was a man to be able
to serve in such a corps.
"The carriage proceeded, crossed the river over a suspension
bridge, and, having passed the official dwellings of the Ministers
of War, Commerce, Marine, and Finance, entered the southern suburbs
of the metropolis of Castelcicala. I could not have conceived that
any city could have possibly equalled London or Paris in the
magnificence of its shops and the amount of wealth displayed in
their windows;--but certainly, Montoni is a miniature counterpart
of the finest portions of either the English or French capital.
"At length I reached the villa so generously placed at my disposal
by the Earl of Warrington, whom I can never sufficiently thank for
all his kindness towards me. The servants, already advertised of my
intended visit by letters which his lordship had written from
England at the time of my departure, were prepared to receive me. I
was immediately comfortable--immediately _at home_. Oh! how
deliciously did I sleep that night;--but before I closed my eyes,
how fervently did I pray for the welfare and happiness of the Earl
of Warrington and of Diana Arlington!
"And the Earl told you that it was a little villa, Diana! It is a
superb mansion. The rooms are magnificently furnished; the gardens
are spacious and full of all that is delicious in the shape of
fruit or enchanting in the guise of flowers. I wandered for hours
in those inviting grounds the morning after my arrival. But would
you have me depict my new abode? Listen:--
"Imagine a river half as broad as the Thames at Richmond, and far,
far more lovely in its scenery. At a distance of about fifty yards
from the stream, on a gentle acclivity rising from its very edge,
stands a large square mansion, built of white free-stone. The villa
is two storeys high; and the windows on the lower floor open like
folding doors down to the ground. The hall and magnificent
staircase are of the finest marble. And will you humour me in
attending to all my minor details?--I have fitted up my own boudoir
in precisely the same style as that in which I passed many happy
hours at Clapton! A grove of myrtles almost surrounds the villa,
and is musical with the warblings of a thousand birds. A gravel
walk, margined with flowers, leads down to the river's bank. Behind
the mansion extend the gardens, the acclivity still rising gently,
until the summit of the verdant amphitheatre is on a level with the
first floor windows. There is a marble basin in the middle of the
grounds, filled with crystal water, in which gold and silver fish
disport joyously beneath the shade of the overhanging fruit trees
on one side, or, on the other, play with their glistening fins, in
the brilliant flood of sunlight. Oh! in truth it is a charming
spot, and seems as if its barriers could for ever exclude the
footsteps of sorrow!
"When I had rested myself for two or three days, and completely
recovered from the fatigues of travelling, I delivered my letters
of introduction to the families to whom they were addressed. And
here I have another instance of the Earl of Warrington's noble
conduct to record. The letters all represented me as the near
relation of the Earl of Warrington! I was received with open arms
by all to whom I was thus introduced; and each kind Italian family
seemed only anxious to make me happy! Oh! what virtue must there
have been in those letters, which Count Alteroni had written, no
doubt according to the dictation of the Earl. But, ah! Diana,
relative to those letters there is a secret, which I do not choose
to trust to paper, but which the Earl has perhaps already explained
to you. Oh! I do not wonder now that I was not to seek to penetrate
their contents, in England (neither did I myself ever open them at
all); nor is it a matter of marvel that those recommendations
should prove such strong passports to the favour of those to whom
they were addressed!
"One of those letters was directed to General Grachia, the colonel
of that very regiment of Horse Guards which I so much admired on my
first entrance into Montoni. He and his amiable family, consisting
of a wife and three lovely daughters, overwhelmed me with kindness.
But now I am going to state something that will surprise you. A few
days after I first became known to this delightful family, there
was a grand review in the palace-square. General Grachia commanded
the troops, which mustered to the number of about seven thousand.
The ladies insisted that I should accompany them in their open
carriage to see the manoeuvres. The review was to be a very
brilliant one, as the Grand Duke himself intended to inspect the
troops. I accordingly assented; and to the review we went. Never
have I beheld a more magnificent sight. The road around the square
was lined with carriages filled with all the rank and beauty of
Montoni. The troops presented a splendid appearance--being the
choice regiments of the Castelcicalan army, which, I have
understood, is seventeen thousand strong. At length the Grand Duke
Angelo III., attended by a brilliant staff, arrived upon the arena.
He is a fine-looking man for his age, which must be at least sixty.
He was dressed in a Field Marshal's uniform, and wore, amongst
other orders, the insignia of the English Garter, of which he is a
knight. He rode a little in advance of the great officers of state,
who attended upon him; and when the troops presented arms, and the
band struck up the national air, he took his heron plumed hat
completely off, thus remaining bareheaded until the royal salute
was ended. He then passed along the lines; but the troops received
him in silence, for, to tell you the truth, his Serene Highness is
far from popular, in consequence of certain political reasons with
which I shall not trouble you at present.
"When the review was over, the Duke, attended by his staff, rode
round the square, and graciously replied to the salutations which
awaited him on all sides. When he drew near the carriage in which
General Grachia's family and myself were seated, he rode up to it,
and entered into conversation with the General's lady. Presently he
glanced toward me, and immediately bent down and whispered to
Signora Grachia. The result was my formal introduction to the Grand
Duke of Castelcicala. He inquired very kindly after the Earl of
Warrington, whom he remembered perfectly. I blushed deeply as I
answered his questions, for I was ashamed of the imperfect manner
in which I speak the Italian language--for all that I know, as well
as the little French with which I am acquainted, I taught myself
during my residence at the villa at Clapton. The Grand Duke,
however, seemed to comprehend me perfectly. Having conversed with
us at least a quarter of an hour, he again whispered something to
General Grachia's lady; and then rode on.
"It appeared that there was to be a grand ball and reception at the
ducal palace on the following evening; and this second whisper
expressed a positive wish--amounting, you know, on the part of
royalty, to a command--that I should accompany General Grachia's
family. I could not avoid obedience to this invitation. I therefore
expressed my readiness to comply with it. And now, my dearest
Diana, pardon a woman's vanity;--but it struck me that I never
looked so well as on that evening, when I was dressed for the ducal
ball!
"I need scarcely say that the entertainment itself was magnificent.
Such a blaze of beauty I never saw before. Oh! what charming
creatures are the Italian women; and Montoni is justly famed for
its female loveliness! The Grand Duke is a widower, and has no
children. The honours of the evening were entrusted to the lady of
the Minister of the Interior, who is also the President of the
Council. The Duke opened the ball with that lady. You may laugh at
the idea of a prince of sixty dancing: but in Italy every body
dances. I was invited by the major of General Grachia's regiment
for the first quadrille, and by Baron Ruperto, under secretary of
state for foreign affairs, for the second. The third and fourth I
declined dancing, being somewhat overcome with the heat of the
apartments. But the fifth quadrille I danced: _this time_ I could
not refuse. No--it was not _an invitation_ that I received--it was
a _command_! I danced with the Grand Duke of Castelcicala!
"I found, on this occasion, that his highness speaks English well.
He emigrated, it appears, to England, when the French armies
occupied Italy, and resided in London for some years. We
accordingly conversed in English. He expressed a hope that I should
make a long stay in Montoni, and observed that he should be very
angry with General Grachia's lady if she did not always bring me to
court with her on the evenings of reception. I was at a loss how to
express myself in return for so much condescension; and I am
afraid, my dear Diana, that I was very awkward.
"On the following morning, one of the Duke's attendants arrived at
the villa with a present of the choicest fruits and flowers for me.
He informed me that they were sent by order of his highness, and
the messenger was expressly commanded to make inquiries concerning
my health. I thanked him most sincerely for this act of kindness on
the part of his illustrious master; and when he had taken his
departure, I sate in a delicious summer-house the entire morning,
wondering to what circumstance I could have been indebted for such
a token of royal favour.
"A few days elapsed; and the same messenger returned, bringing me a
quantity of the most select Italian works, all beautifully bound,
and with the ducal arms printed on the fly-leaf. Beneath this
blazonry, were the words--'FROM ANGELO III. TO MISS ELIZA SYDNEY.'
And now I asked myself, 'What can all this mean?'
"Two days more passed, when I received an intimation from Signora
Grachia that there was to be a select _conversazione_ in the
evening at the palace, and that I was specially invited. I
accompanied General Grachia's family; and the moment we entered the
room, the Grand Duke accosted us. After conversing with us for a
few moments, he offered me his arm, saying that he would conduct me
to inspect his sculpture-gallery. This splendid museum communicated
with the apartment wherein the company (which was by no means
numerous on the occasion) was assembled. His Highness led me into
the gallery, and explained all its curiosities. The works of art,
by some of the most eminent masters, are very valuable. His
Highness evidently prolonged the inspection as much as possible;
and his language was occasionally interspersed with a compliment
calculated to flatter me--nay, Diana, to make me very vain! When we
returned to the drawing-rooms, the Duke led me to a sofa, seated
himself by me, and conversed with me for a considerable time. He
asked me many questions relative to my family--whether my father
and mother were still living, whether I had any brothers or
sisters, and in what degree of relationship I stood towards the
Earl of Warrington? He then asked me how it was that I had not as
yet launched my fortunes in the bark of matrimony? I blushed deeply
at this question, and replied that I had never as yet encountered
any one with whom I had chosen to link my destinies. He then spoke
of the peculiar position of princes, observing with a deep sigh,
that they could not always follow the bent of their inclinations,
nor obey the natural dictates of their affections. During the
remainder of the evening I was the object of universal attention--I
could not _then_ conceive wherefore--on the part of the noble and
beauteous guests assembled. Every one manifested the most
respectful courtesy towards me; and General Grachia's family were
more kind to me than ever. Ah! a vague suspicion darted across my
mind:--could it be possible? Oh! no--no! that were the height of
the most insane presumption!
"Day after day passed; and frequent were the tokens of the Grand
Duke's favour which I received--but all of the most delicate
description,--flowers, fruits, and books. I was also compelled to
accompany the Grachias to all the ducal _soirées_ and receptions;
and on each occasion, the Duke paid me marked attention. Oh! my
dear friend, my heart beats when I remember that only last evening
his Serene Highness pressed my hand, and said to me in a low but
impressive tone, '_Would that I were not a prince, or that you were
a princess!_'
"I can say no more at present, dearest Diana; but you shall
speedily hear again from your sincerely attached and ever deeply
grateful.
"ELIZA SYDNEY."
"No wonder," said the Examiner, drily, "that Baron Ruperto has desired
the Envoy of Castelcicala at the English court to make inquiries
relative to Miss Eliza Sydney. Let the contents of both letters be duly
noted, and forwarded to her Majesty's Secretary of State for Foreign
Affairs."